“Please tell me why you think you’re going to die,” Emerald asked me. “Well you would think you were going to die if your mom told you that you have a sister, and the dad you thought was dead, was actually a monster that cheated on your mom with a witch,” I replied defensively. On that fateful day my mom told me that Emerald was my sister that came from Sarandiel which was a magical land. Or half sister. A witch was her mother, which is why she looks so otherworldly. “Wait- why- how do you know I think I’m going to die?” I asked. She blushed. “That was my power,” she said. “Wait- like Marvel superpowers?” “Uhhh yeah… kind of” “I wish I had one,” I said. She looked stricken. “I should go…” then she dashed out of sight.

“Mom do I have a power?” My mom had a similar reaction to Emerald. “Honey… you- you do have a super power, she explained, “in fact that’s why I kept you away from Sarandiel.” A sudden hush took hold, suffocating me, wounding its way through my chest. “You have the power to navigate the Dark Woods.

Quote: “Please tell me why you think you’re going to die”- from “Whichwood”